ᴛᴇʀɪ ᴅᴇᴇᴡᴀɴɪ ↦|| 𝑼𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ||

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"Tum mujhe swanie kyo bulate ho?"

A little girl asked the little boy sitting beside her on Lake side.

"Tujhe pata hai , mujhe swan bohot pasand hai, wo kala ki nishani hai , wo ma saraswati ka ek chinha Mane jate hai , meri maa kehti hai ki log kehte hai wo moti khate hai kyoki swan khubsurat hote hai moti ki tarah aur kimti bhi!"

"Tum mujhe bilkul swan ki tarah hi lagti ho, moti ki tarah kimti , tumhe dekhkar lagta hai ki tum par ma saraswati ka hath hai , tumhare muh se nikla her ek labz jese ki moti nikalte ho! Isliye mai tumhe abse swanie hi bulaunga!"

"Tum mere liye moti se bhi jyada kimti ho , swanie! Mai apne bure sapne me bhi tumhe khone ka nahi sochunga!"

A lonely tear escaped his eyes flowing towards his cheeks and falling down towards the shiny marbles that are decorating his bedroom's floor.

He smiled softly looking at his tear who was on the floor and thinking what a game played by Destiny that even the tear falling from his eyes are being shaped into a swan.

His eyes moved towards the little swan printed handkerchief he was holding.it was hers. It reminds him of her.it gave him the nostalgic feelings back that he lost years ago. It reminds him of her. It reminds that don't give up and find her and never let her go again. It is the only thing he gave of her's. His swanie.

His eyes slowly drinking the view of his whole bedroom decorated with swan's photos, swan's painting made by him.

He loves her , he realised it when he lost her like the sun realised the moon's importance when it was a night without moon in the night sky.

But how the sun was determined to die for moon to come back again, he is determined to find her again.

He remembered the word she said when they were together in their childhood.

"Chand ke ugane ke liye Suraj ko dhalna hoga".

He looked at the painting of her he made. He still remember her all facial features from his childhood.

Her little button nose , little chubby face of her , her plump lotus like lips , her rose fluffy cheeks every detail of her he made in his painting was perfect like it is her. But he knows that she is now grown into a beautiful young woman with responsibilities. Still she was his swanie, she is and she will be till his last breath.

"Agar dhal Gaya Suraj to Chand ko vapis uss raat ke asmaan mai ugana hoga".

He said while slowly putting the handkerchief inside his pocket and looking at her painting.

"Bina Chand ki chandani ke aur bina Suraj ki roshani ke, mai tumhe vapis dhundh lunga swanie sirf tumhari uss muskurahat ki khubsurati se".

Those words left his mouth like it is not him speaking but his heart is opening up.

🦢✨||The Estranged swan||✨🦢